University Medical College - Scalpel Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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INTERIOR VIEWS, UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL

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phase clings to those who are fortunate enough to claim it as their birthplace. In this delightfully exclusive atmosphere occurred the birth of Katrina Wilhelmina Barkman. However, while still quite young her parents removed to this country, and settled in Kingston, N. Y. While visiting in Kansas, Katrina, wh-o had frequently meditated on the beauties of a nurse's life, learned of an excellent training school in Kansas City, Mo., which had an excellent reputation in many states, and so at length, dear old Barkie came. She was without doubt one of the sweetest and best girls that ever came to us, and this feeling I assure you was maintained by us all. Katherine Barkman was a true nurse and a lady, and what better can be said of a woman? After her work was fin- ished at the University Hospital Training Sch-ool, she nursed private cases for a year, after which she took post-graduate work at Cook County Hospital, Chicago and also took the course of Hospital Economics at Columbia University, N. Y. Then dear Bark- man became superintendent of nurses at University Hospital Training School, where she remained for three years. Then she became the wife of Dr. Composium Cathcart Cost, who occupied the Chair of Surgery in U. M. C. Barkie told me this when I met her not long since in Naples. They have a beautiful young daughter, who frequently visits me, as -she spends her summers in the study of art and music here in my coun- try. I must laugh as I recall our girlhood larks and escapades. How she would climb up the fire escape to avoid, well, I won't say what, at nights and the fudge she used to drop out of the window to the Medics. You see she really was sweet and good, and so Miss Forrester never suspected her of such pranks. Why actually one night we let her out of the window on a sheet to take a moonlight stroll. I wonder if Miss F. ever found that out, well, as I have frequently, and perhaps ambiguously said, 'iSuch is life. Carrie Gibbon-s was a Kansas girl from Coffeyville. We called her Coffey most of the time, but occasionally when she was in charge, temporarily, of the operating rooms, we always addressed her in our very best, quiet, dignified manner as Mis-s Gibbons. She was certainly devoted to her profession, and though many and varied were the attractions, both medically and financially, which used to persuade her to de- sert her chosen work, she would have none of them until, to the -dismay and consterna- tion of her friends, and she had many, she became interested in a widowed M. D. with seven children. He also owned a large sanitarium at Eudora, Kansas. Coffey managed the entire combination so successfully that now they rival Battle Creek in plant and equipment. Far away in Merry England years and years ago, near Hereford, in one of those beautiful old country places, was bo-rn a tiny, blue eyed, golden haired baby. From this tiny mite she grew into a pretty, dainty girl, the pride -of her home. At the age of 16 she came to America to pay a visit to her brother. Before leaving England she was very much interested in hospital work and after a few months in the United States she began to long again to be on duty. She at length came to the University Training School, and we certainly were very fortunate in having her to complete our class. Last but not least by any means. After graduating she returned home for a short visit. Merry England was entirely too small for a full-fledged American trained nurse. For several years she held an important position in one of the large hospitals in Boston, and is now in charge of the U. S. Army Nurses Corp at Washington, D. C. Thus we have chosen our many and varied paths, from a number of care-free girls we are now placed to compete with our fellow men, an-d as I sit here gazing on the won- ders of the firmament, on the marvelous handiwork of our Maker, my mind reverts backward and I cannot refrain from wondering if our dear Miss Forrester and Daddy Frankenburger are not proud of the class of 1908. I' B.

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THE JUNIORS